MOSFILM
LEO TOLSTOY
WAR AND PEACE
NATASHA ROSTOVA
Directed by SERGEI BONDARCHUK
Screen Adaptation by SERGEI BONDARCHUK, VASILY SOLOVYOV
Chief Cameraman ANATOLY PETRITSKY
Art Direction by MIKHAIL BOGDANOV, GENNADY MYASNIKOV
Music Composed by VYACHESLAV OVCHINNIKOV
Chief Sound Engineer YURI MIKHAILOV
Cameraman DMITRI KORZHIKHIN Sound Engineer I. URBANTSEV
Assistant Directors A. GOLOVANOV, A. CHEMODUROV
A. SHIR-AKHMEDOVA A. ALESHIN, A. PETROV
Edited by TATIANA LIKHACHEVA
Costume Design by MIKHAIL CHIKOVANY
Assistant Art Directors A. DIKHTYAR, S. VALYUSHEK, S. MENYALSHCHIKOV
Pyrotechnician VLADIMIR LIKHACHEV
Moscow Symphony Orchestra All-Union Radio and TV Chorus and Orchestra
Conducted by VYACHESLAV OVCHINNIKOV
Starring
Natasha Rostova - LUDMILA SAVELYEVA
Pierre Bezukhov - SERGEI BONDARCHUK
Andrei Bolkonsky - VYACHESLAV TIKHONOV
Ilya Andreyevich Rostov - V. STANITSYN Countess Rostova - K. GOLOVKO
Nikolai Rostov - O. TABAKOV Petya Rostov - S. YERMILOV
Sonya - I. GUBANOVA
Nikolai Andreyevich Bolkonsky - A. KTOROV
Princess Marya - A. SHURANOVA Hélène - I. SKOBTSEVA
Anatole - V. LANOVOY Dolokhov - O. YEFREMOV
Uncle Rostov - A. BORISOV Anisya Fyodorovna - N. MORDYUKOVA
Akhrosimova - E. TYAPKINA
Drubetskaya - K. POLOVIKOVA Drubetskoy - E. MARTSEVICH
Scherer - A. STEPANOVA Karagina - G. KRAVCHENKO
Alexander I - V. MURGANOV Napoleon - V. STRZHELCHIK
In June 1807, in Tilsit,
Emperor Alexander met with Napoleon.
Meanwhile, life -
real life as lived by people
with its essential interests of health and sickness,
toil and rest,
and its intellectual interests in science, poetry, music,
with its love, passions, friendship and hatred -
went on as usual
regardless of whether political relations with Bonaparte were hostile or not.
January, February, March, April.
Speak to me, Mother. Why are you silent?
This won't do, my dear.
Not everyone will understand your old childhood friendship.
Seeing him with you may harm you in the eyes of other young men.
What's more, it's tormenting him for no reason.
He might have found a wealthy match, and now he's going mad.
Is he?
I'll tell you about myself.
I had a certain cousin.
I know. Kirill Matveyevich. But he's old!
He was not always old.
I'll tell Boris that he is not to come so often.
Why not if he feels like it?
I know this will come to nothing.
Nonsense! What does it matter?
So I won't marry him. Let him come.
We both enjoy ourselves. It's not about marriage, but just, well -
- What are you saying? - Well, just -
Just what I mean. I don't have to marry him.
Just - - "Just."
Stop laughing. You're shaking the bed.
You're awfully like me, just such another giggler!
Mother.
Do you think he's very much in love?
Was anybody ever in love with you like that?
And he's very nice. Very nice.
But he's not quite to my taste.
He's so narrow, like the dining-room clock.
Know what I mean? - No.
Narrow, gray, shining.
What nonsense.
Don't you see it? Nikolai would.
Now, Bezukhov, he is dark blue and red.
And squarish.
You flirt with him too.
No, he's a Freemason.
But he's nice too - dark blue and red. Can't you see?
Countess, aren't you asleep?
No one can understand all that goes on within me.
Sonya? Not her. She is too virtuous.
Even Mother cannot understand.
It is amazing how clever I am and how -
How charming she is.
She has everything - intelligence, grace.
She swims and rides well.
And her voice! A truly lovely voice.
On the 31 st of December 1809, on New Year's Eve,
one of Catherine's courtiers was giving a ball.
Diplomats and the emperor himself were to be present.
The Rostovs were invited,
and Natasha was going to her first grand ball.
Not like that.
That bow is not right, Sonya. Come here!
Are you ready? It's 10:00.
In a minute. Are you ready, Mother?
I've only my toque to pin on.
Don't do it without me. You'll do it wrong.
It's 10:00 already.
Hurry up, Mavrusha dear!
- Are we going or not? - We are. Don't come in!
Is it possible that no one will come up to me?
Is it possible that no one will notice me?
No, it can't be.
They must know how I long to dance,
how splendidly I can dance
and how they'll enjoy dancing with me.
I find it interesting. It's probably Speransky.
You always dance.
My protegee is here - the young Rostova.
Invite her to dance. - Of course.
Pardon me. We will finish this conversation elsewhere.
At a ball, one should dance.
Allow me to introduce my daughter.
I have the pleasure of being acquainted with her, if she recalls me.
Would you honor me with a waltz?
If she goes to her cousin first and then to another lady,
then she will be my wife.
How delightful, isn't it?
Yes, I am very pleased.
It's you. I've been working.
I wanted to tell you yesterday.
I've never felt anything like this.
I have fallen in love, my friend.
Mother, don't ask me anything. Just let me talk.
- Is it Natasha Rostova? - Yes! Who else?
This feeling is overpowering.
I didn't feel I was alive before. Only now am I alive. I can't live without her.
But can she love me? I'm too old for her.
I never felt like this. Only it scares me to be around him.
What does it mean? Does it mean it is true love?
- Why don't you say something? - Well...
I told you life was not over.
- Are you asleep, Mother? - No, I am afraid too. Go now.
I know I won't sleep anyway. Mother, I never felt like this before!
She is a rare girl,
a girl to be treasured.
Don't waver or try to be rational.
Marry her. I'm sure there will be no happier man.
- But what about her? - She loves you.
- Nonsense. - I know she does.
I feel I must tell somebody all about it.
Go on, tell me.
How odd that he should have come to St. Petersburg just now
and that we should have met at that ball.
It is fate. Everything led up to it. I've never felt this before.
The whole world is now divided in two.
She is one half of it. Where she is, there is hope and light.
The other half is wherever she is not. Darkness and gloom is there.
Darkness, gloom. I understand that.
I cannot help loving the light.
And I am very happy. I know you are happy for me.
Yes, yes.
Mother darling, I am so happy. I love you so much!
Three weeks passed.
Bolkonsky didn't call on the Rostovs even once.
Darling Natasha.
Perhaps he is ill.
He was wounded at Austerlitz, remember?
Or he's busy.
Please, Mother, I don't want to think about it.
He used to come and now he doesn't. He's stopped.
I don't want to get married at all. I'm afraid of him.
I'm completely -
I'm completely calm.
What's the good of thinking about it? I'm not unhappy.
There, that's me. And very nice too.
I don't need anybody.
How charming Natasha is.
She's pretty, young, has a good voice and never gets in people's way.
If only they'd leave her in peace.
Mother, Bolkonsky has come!
It's awful, unbearable!
I won't be tormented so! What shall I do?
Who's come? When?
Enough, Natasha.
It's been a long time since we've had the pleasure.
I haven't visited because I've been at my father's.
I had to talk over a very important matter with him.
I came back last night.
I need to talk to you, Countess.
Leave us, Natasha. I'll call you.
Lord, have mercy.
Help me, O Lord. Help me.
What is it, Mother?
Go to him.
He asks for your hand.
Could it be that this stranger now means everything to me,
that he is dearer to me than anyone in the world?
I took to you from the moment I saw you.
May I hope?
Why ask?
Why doubt what you cannot but know?
Why speak when words cannot express what one feels?
Do you love me?
Yes! Yes!
What is it? What's wrong?
I am so happy.
Prince Andrei did not love her now as before.
Something in him suddenly changed.
There was no longer the poetic charm of longing,
but pity for her feminine and childish weakness
and fear of her trust and devotion.
The present feeling, though not so romantic,
was stronger and deeper.
Did your mother tell you that we cannot be married for a year?
Is it possible that this is me,
that I am to be the wife,
the equal of this strange, charming, intelligent man
whom even my father looks up to?
Is it true that I can no longer be frivolous?
I'm grown up now.
I must answer for my every deed and word.
What was it he asked me?
No.
You are young, and I have been through so much already.
I fear for you. You don't know yourself yet.
This will be a hard year for me, postponing my happiness,
but you will learn to know yourself.
And I ask you, in a year, to make me happy.
But you are free. We won't announce our engagement.
If you find you don't love me -
Why should you say such a thing?
I have loved you since the day you came to Otradnoye.
You will learn to know yourself within the year.
A whole year?
But why a year? Why a year?
Can't anything be done?
It's cruel. It's cruel!
I shall die waiting for the year to end.
It's horrible.
It's horrible!
No. I'll do everything.
I am so happy.
There was no formal betrothal,
and the engagement was not announced to anyone.
Don't go.
Please, Natalie, I must go.
God knows what may happen. You may stop loving -
I know I mustn't say that.
Whatever may happen while I am away -
Please don't go.
Whatever happens,
turn to Pierre for help and advice.
He is absent-minded and comical, but he has a heart of gold.
Don't go.
How horrible Pierre would have felt seven years earlier
when he came home from abroad
if someone had told him
that there was no need for him to seek and plan,
that his life's course had been predetermined.
He would tell himself that the kind of life he was leading
was only temporary.
But then he was shocked by the thought
of how many had begun that life, like himself, with all their teeth and hair
and had ended it without a single tooth or hair.
What for? Why?
What was going on in the world?
Pierre remembered he had heard that soldiers in war,
if they've taken cover during bombardment and have nothing to do,
try to keep themselves busy to overcome their fear.
To Pierre, all men seemed to be such soldiers,
seeking an escape from life.
Some seek escape in ambition, some in cards, some in making laws,
some in women, some in toys, some in horses,
some in politics, some in hunting, some in wine,
some in affairs of state.
Nothing is trivial. Nothing is important.
The only aim is to save oneself from life,
to not face it -
that dreadful life.
But, after he'd been drinking, he told himself it didn't matter.
"I'll get it unraveled. I have the clue. I'll figure it out later."
But that "later" never came.
Good morning, Uncle!
That's it. Quick march.
I knew you wouldn't be able to resist it.
Better attack at once.
I hear the Ilagins are out hunting, too, with their dogs.
They'll take the cubs from under your very nose.
I'm on my way. Lets join up with the pack.
Good morning, Uncle. We're going too!
Good morning. See you don't trample the dogs.
We won't be in the way. We'll keep to our places.
All right, little countess. Only don't fall off your horse.
Quick march! There's nothing to hold on to!
Where is Natalya llyinishna?
She and Pyotr Ilyich are waiting in the high grass.
She's a lady, but she's fond of the chase.
And you're surprised she can ride?
She rides as well as many a man. Yes! So bold, so easy!
If you scare away the wolf, Danila will give you hell.
I know what I'm about.
They've gotten the scent of the cubs.
They took them to the uplands.
Stay!
There!
You let the wolf go!
Call themselves hunters!
Dear God, how would it hurt to do this for me?
I know it is a sin to ask this of you, but let the wolf come my way.
Just once in my life to get a full-grown wolf!
Back or forward?
It's all the same. Forward!
He's a prime one!
He's old and tough.
That he is, Your Excellency.
As old and tough as you are.
There's the young countess. That's it. Quick march.
I never saw anything like it.
Riding all day like a man and she's as fresh as ever!
Have something to eat, little countess.
Wake up, Petya!
Wake up!
Try this, Petya. It's simply delicious.
This, you see, is how I live out my days.
Death will come, and nothing will be left after me.
No more sinning for me.
Open the door. Why did you shut it?
That's Mitka, my coachman.
I bought him a good balalaika. I like it.
Very good indeed. Splendid.
Splendid?
No. Simply perfect!
More, please!
More!
You like it, dear countess?
So nicely played.
He doesn't play that right.
Here he ought to trill the notes. Quick march.
Trill.
Can you play too?
Go see if all the strings of my guitar are intact, Anisya.
I haven't touched it for months. That's it. Quick march.
Delightful! It's delightful, Uncle!
More! More!
Come on, Uncle!
Well...
Come, Niece!
Where, how
and when did she imbibe this Russian spirit -
this young countess, educated by a French governess?
From the air she breathed?
Where did she learn those tricks?
The spirit and gestures were genuinely and typically Russian,
just as her uncle expected from her.
How was she able to feel all that was in Anisya,
in Anisya's father and mother
and in every true Russian?
Well, little countess!
That's it. Quick march. That's my girl!
Now we've got to find you a worthy young man for a husband.
He's been found already.
And such a good one.
What did Nikolai's smile mean when he said that?
Does he think my Bolkonsky wouldn't understand,
wouldn't approve of our gaiety?
No. He'd understand everything.
Where is he is now? I mustn't think about it.
Night has laid out a blanket
Of newly fallen snow
Sweeping over every pathway
In the fields below
It's not sorrow weighing on the good young man
Grief overwhelms him
It's not sorrow weighing on the good young man
Grief overwhelms him...
- What were you thinking about just now? - Me? Wait a minute.
I thought that we were riding along
and imagining we were going home.
But we were really going heaven knows where.
And finally we arrived and found that it wasn't home
but an enchanted kingdom.
And then I was thinking -
No, nothing else.
I know. You were thinking about him.
No.
I kept saying to myself how attractive Anisya looked.
Truly.
I know I shall never be as happy and serene as I am now.
Nonsense. Foolishness.
What a darling Natasha is.
I shall never have another such friend.
Why should she marry?
We could ride like this forever.
What a darling Nikolai is.
If only he would come soon.
I'm afraid he never will.
The worst of it is I'm growing old.
I'll lose all my charm.
Perhaps he'll come today, this very minute.
Perhaps he came yesterday and I've forgotten.
What can I ask them to do?
Please go and -
Where shall I send him?
Yes. Please go outside and bring me... a rooster.
Nastasya Ivanovna.
What sort of children will I have?
You? Fleas.
Grasshoppers and dragonflies.
Oh, God, it's always the same.
Where shall I go?
What shall I do with myself?
The island of Ma-da-gas-car.
Madagascar?
Madagascar.
Do you ever feel as if there were nothing more to come?
Nothing.
Everything good has already happened.
Doesn't it make you sad?
Yes, often.
I felt like that even when everything was fine.
Then it occurred to me how sick at heart I was and to die was of no consequence.
Once in the regiment, I did not go to a party.
I heard the music
and suddenly felt so depressed.
I know. I know.
I felt the same once when I was a child.
I had been punished for taking some plums.
Everybody was dancing, and I sat upstairs crying.
I'll never forget it.
I felt so sad and so sorry.
For myself and everybody else.
I hadn't taken those plums. Do you remember?
I remember. I came to you.
I wanted to comfort you, but I was too shy.
We were so funny then.
I had a little toy that I wanted to give you.
Do you remember this, Sonya?
Yes, vaguely.
It seems so strange now, like something in a dream.
I love that.
And do you remember how Father, wearing his blue coat,
fired a gun on the porch?
Do you remember how funny it was?
Miss, they've brought the rooster.
Tell them to take it back.
You know,
I think that when one goes on and on recalling things - recalling everything -
one at last begins to remember what happened before one was born.
It's metempsychosis.
The Egyptians believed that our souls inhabited the bodies of animals.
No. I don't believe that we were ever animals.
I am sure we were angels somewhere out there
and have been here before and that's why we remember things.
If we were angels, why did we fall so low?
This can't be.
Not lower. Who said we were lower?
How do I know what I was before?
The soul is immortal.
If I'm to live forever,
I must have lived before,
lived for a whole eternity.
It's hard to imagine eternity.
Why do you think so?
There is today, there is tomorrow, there is eternity.
And there was yesterday and the day before -
The mummers have come!
- Natasha! - Did you see him? What did you see?
Yes.
I saw him.
How? Standing up or lying down?
At first, there was nothing. Then I saw him lying down.
Andrei lying down? Was he ill?
No, his face was cheerful, and he turned to me.
Then what?
I couldn't see.
Something blue and red.
Sonya.
When will he come back?
When shall I see him?
Dear God! I'm so afraid for him and for myself...
and for everything.
Prince Andrei wishes me to reduce his year by three months.
Write and tell him to wait till I die.
It won't be long. I'll soon set him free.
Marry, my son. A fine connection.
Clever people, eh? Rich, eh?
Little Nikolai will have a nice stepmother.
Write and tell him he may marry tomorrow if he likes.
And I'll marry Miss Bourienne.
Then he'll have a stepmother too.
Just one thing - no more women in my house.
Perhaps you can go live with him too. By God!
Out in the cold! Go!
The count's things here. The young lady's to the left.
You've filled out. You're even prettier.
My, you're cold!
Maria Dmitrievna.
My wife is ill, and our house is unheated.
So I took you up on your invitation. Here I am.
High time. I'm glad you're staying with me.
Old Bolkonsky is in Moscow. His son is coming.
You must make his acquaintance.
The prince is not receiving.
But the princess begs you to see her.
There, Princess, I've brought you my little songbird.
I'm so glad you've become acquainted.
I've wanted to do so for a long time. I'm very glad.
I'm sorry your father is unwell.
If you allow me, Princess,
I'll leave my Natasha in your hands for a little while.
I'll drive round to see Anna Semenovna.
Then I'll come back for her.
Please, Count, take your time visiting Anna Semenovna.
Dear Natalie, you know, I'm so glad my brother has found happiness.
I think maybe, Princess, this isn't the time to talk about it.
Ah, madam. Madam.
Countess? Countess Rostova, if I am not mistaken.
I beg you to forgive me. Forgive me.
With God as my witness, I did not know you had honored us with a visit.
I came to see my daughter dressed like this.
Please excuse me. With God as my witness.
Please forgive me.
What do his father and sister matter to me?
I love just him, him alone!
It's best I don't think of him, forget him for the time being.
Look at Anna Mikhailovna. What a toque she has on.
It's the Karagins with Julie and Boris.
It's easy to see that they're engaged.
Drubetskoy has proposed. So I've heard.
Have you been here long, Countess?
I'm here on business, and I've brought my girls with me.
They say Semenova's acting is superb.
Here he is - Kuragin.
I cannot visit you.
Shall I never see you again?
I'm madly in love with you.
It is possible that I shall never -
Natalie.
One word.
Just one.
For God's sake, Natalie.
One word.
Just one.
Please, Miss.
A man told me to give you this.
Only for the love of Christ -
Since last night, my fate has been sealed -
to be loved by you or die.
There can be no other outcome.
- You know what. - Well, what?
You'd better drop all this. There's still time.
Fool! Don't talk nonsense.
If you only knew - The devil knows what!
It's no joke, I tell you true, this thing you're planning.
Stop taunting me, damn you!
I helped you out, but, all the same, I must tell you the truth.
It's a dangerous business and, if you think about it, stupid.
You can carry her off, all right, but it won't end at that.
They'll find out you're married and take you to court.
Nonsense. Nonsense!
Didn't I explain it to you?
If this marriage is invalid, I have nothing to answer for.
But if it is valid, no one abroad will know about it.
Don't speak to me about it.
You'll just hang yourself.
Go to the devil!
You don't know what I'm going through.
Feel how it's beating!
What little feet!
What eyes! A goddess!
And when the money's gone, what then?
What then?
What then? I don't know.
But why talk nonsense!
I can't hide it from you any longer, Sonya.
You know -
We love each other.
He writes me! Sonya!
And Bolkonsky?
If you only knew how happy I am!
You don't know this kind of love.
Natasha, is it really over?
Are you refusing Prince Andrei?
You don't understand. Stop your nonsense.
Just listen!
I can't allow this. I'll tell.
If you do, you are my enemy! Do you want to ruin me?
Do you want them to tear us apart?
No one has the right to interfere. I confided in you.
Why this secrecy? Why doesn't he openly ask for your hand?
Prince Andrei gave you complete freedom.
You mustn't doubt him! Do you understand?
- What if he's deceiving you? - I can't live without him!
Natasha! You don't know what you're saying!
What are you saying?
Think of your father, of Nikolai.
I don't want anyone but him. I love him. How can you call him dishonest?
You don't understand that I love him!
I don't want to argue. Go away, for God's sake!
You see how I'm suffering.
Well, my old friends, we've had good times.
When shall we meet again? I am going abroad.
Farewell, my friends. To us!
Time to go!
Where's the fur cloak?
Go and ask Matryona for the sable cloak.
She'll rush out at wits' end in whatever she has on.
Any hesitation, there'll be tears. "Oh, Papa! Oh, Mama!"
She'll start to freeze and need to go back.
But you! Wrap the cloak around her and carry her to the sleigh.
Idiot! I told you the sable one!
Matrena! The sable coat!
Here, I don't begrudge it. You take it!
Like this.
And then like this! You see?
Giddap! Hey!
She'll come out directly.
- The mistress wishes to see you, sir. - Who are you?
Kuragin! Come back! We've been betrayed!
Maria Dmitrievna! Let me in to see her!
You shameless hussy!
You are a nice one. Such a nice one!
Meeting your lovers in my own house!
Stop pretending! Listen when I speak to you!
You've disgraced and demeaned yourself. Like a common wench!
I'd deal with you differently, if I wasn't sorry for your father.
I tell you frankly.
He's lucky to have escaped me, but I'll find him!
Are you listening to what I'm saying?
Let me be! What does it matter? I shall die!
Natalya.
I wish you only good.
There.
Lie still. I won't touch you.
Your father will be here tomorrow. What am I to tell him?
What if he finds out? And your brother and your fiancé?
I have no fiancé! I turned him down!
It doesn't matter.
If he hears of this, he won't keep quiet.
I know your father.
He will challenge him to a duel. How fine will that be?
Let me be!
Why did you interfere? Why? Why?
Who asked you?
What do you want? What if he'd taken you?
Do you think they wouldn't have found him?
He's a scoundrel! A blackguard!
He is better than all of you! Why did you interfere?
Oh, my God! What is this?
Sonya! Why did you do it?
Go away!
You all hate me! You despise me!
You are a scoundrel and a blackguard!
I don't know what stops me from smashing your skull.
Did you promise to marry her? - I didn't think -
I never promised. I am married, as you may know.
Have you any of her letters? Her letters!
I won't do anything. Don't be afraid.
The letters. That's first.
Second, tomorrow, you must get out of Moscow.
- But how can I - - Third.
You must never -
Not a word of what happened between you and the countess.
I know I can't prevent you.
But if you have a spark of conscience -
Amuse yourself with women like my wife.
There, you're within you're rights.
They know what you want of them.
They are armed against you by the same experience of debauchery.
But to promise an innocent girl to marry her -
To deceive, to abduct her.
Don't you understand that's as despicable as beating an old woman or a child?
I don't know about that.
I don't know, nor do I wish to know.
But you have used such words as "low" and "scoundrel."
As a man of honor, I cannot allow this to pass.
Though they were said without witnesses, I still can't allow it.
Is it satisfaction you want?
You could at least take your words back if you want me to do as you wish.
I take them back.
I even ask you to forgive me.
And if you require money for your journey -
Oh, vile and heartless breed!
Please return these letters and portrait to the countess if you see her.
She is very ill.
Then she is still here? And Prince Kuragin?
He left long ago.
She was at death's door.
I much regret her illness.
So Mr. Kuragin did not offer his hand to Countess Rostov.
He could not do so because he is married already.
Where is your brother-in-law now, if I may ask?
I believe he has gone to St. Petersburg. I'm not sure.
Well, that's not important.
Tell the countess that she was and is perfectly free
and that I wish her well.
Do you remember our discussion in St. Petersburg?
I said that a fallen woman should be forgiven.
But I didn't say that I could forgive her. I can't.
How can you compare?
Ask for her hand again? Be magnanimous?
But I am unable to follow in that gentleman's footsteps.
If you wish to be my friend, never speak to me of this.
Of any of this.
Well, good-bye. You'll give it to her?
Pyotr Kirilych.
Prince Bolkonsky was your friend. He still is.
He told me once to turn to you.
He is here now.
Tell him...
to forgive me.
I'll tell him, but -
I know it's over. It can never be.
I am tormented...
by the wrong I have done him.
Tell him I beg him to forgive me,
to forgive me for everything.
I will tell him.
I will certainly tell him.
I should like to know one thing.
I would like to know,
were you in love -
Were you in love with that vile man?
Don't call him vile!
I don't know. I don't know!
We won't speak of it again, my dear.
I'll tell him everything, and I beg you -
Consider me your friend.
If you want help or advice,
if you simply want to open your heart to someone -
not now, but when your mind is clearer -
think of me.
I shall be happy if it is in my power -
Don't speak to me like that. I am not worth it!
Stop it. You have your whole life ahead of you.
Ahead of me?
No, it's all over for me.
All over?
If I were not... what I am,
but the handsomest, most clever and best man in the world -
and if I were free -
at this moment I would be on my knees to beg for your hand
and your love.
It seemed to Pierre that this falling star
was a symbol of what was passing in his own softened and emboldened soul
which brimmed with the blossoming of new life.
On June 12, the armies of Western Europe crossed the Russian frontier,
and the war began.
That is, an event took place
that was counter to human reason
and human nature.
END OF FILM 2
© FSUE Cinema Concern "Mosfilm", 2017